Flowers in the depths of memory

I have a memory scorpion that belongs to me. This memory scorpion is an infinitely endless space. In this scorpion, I have a myriad of beautiful memories. The hard-won memories are filled with joys, sorrows and sorrows. Like a classic movie, it is constantly being shown and repeated in my mind... In this memory that I cherish, there is something buried in my mind, it is Like a flower in my heart, it will always bloom its strange brilliance and illuminate my life path.
I still remember that day--I am going to bid farewell to my alma mater, who has been with me for five years. In the quiet classroom, sitting on thirty-eight students, I was in it. The ruthless autumn wind blows off the last leaf, and the laughter of the past echoes in the sky above the classroom. Everyone's eyes are shining with tears, and they are slowly and slowly passing the last time. Just then, our class teacher went into the classroom, her dress was as solemn as usual, and she still walked to the stage. "Tong······································································································· Just want to say a word, I hope that you have new goals in the new starting point and work hard for the goal! You must remember that we have cried together, laughed, and joined hands together for the same goal - we are a collective This is a short speech from the teacher. Her eyes are moist and red, and her eyes are blurred...·····
After the class bell rang, I looked up and looked around. The normal sportsman who was unrestrained and unrestrained also couldn’t help but drop a few tears. He didn’t seem to be the naughty classmate. He wiped away the tears. Just like he is about to leave his alma mater, he can no longer resist the sorrow in his heart. I went up and patted him on the shoulder: "You don't want to cry, it's not like you, not just graduate, isn't it separate? What are you crying, see how strong I am." Live in tears. "You still said me, you see your eyes are red!" The committee member said to me with a smile. Inadvertently, it seems to break the original sad atmosphere, we laughed again, you are facing me, I am facing him...
One year has passed, I have the opportunity to return to my alma mater in the teacher's day. The vicissitudes of time are only left on the face of the class teacher, and there are two white spots with a little bit of stars. I went back to the classroom that belonged to us. I faintly heard the laughter and laughter in the memory, and the smiling face of each classmate. In that corner, I held my eyes and looked out the window... ··
Countless meteors crossed the horizon, leaving only a glimmer of light, and countless memories buried in my mind, only it is a unique show, never dying. It - I - an indispensable memory, an important part of life, supporting my body, my soul. It is the beautiful flower that opens in the depths of my memory.

Flowers in the depths of memory

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